Ive walked down many crooked paths Ive
spoken with an untruthful tongue. All for some desperate entertainment
just to have crazy, soul sickening fun. I drank from the fountain of
knowledge but spat it all back out with a curse. Whenever a drunken
idiot came along I had to prove that I was far worse. But now as the
body starts to weaken and the paranoid mind invents new fear. I wish to
abscond from this insanity I want some contentment to crawl near. I am
tired of swallowing all the bait and I am sick of rising to the fight.
I am finished with self destruction even though I tried with all my
might. Why do I rage with an angry passion over such trivial and stupid
things? Why do I change the warmest of people as if rejection is a goal
I must win? Ive always damned myself continually in everything
that I have ever tried. Yet can I get rid of this poison now before all
the goodness in me has died?

Dig A Hole

Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped and then let me slide
right on in. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped where I can hide my
selfish grin. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped then dont visit,
dont come around. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped just make sure
its in Welsh ground. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped no need for
wreaths or holy prayers. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped for I do not
care if no one cares. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped it really is
time that I said goodbye. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped without
sadness or any tear in eye. Dig a hole and make it Me-shaped place no
gravestone above my head. Gig a hole and make it Me-shaped it is time
my soul went home to bed.

Disaster Comes In Many Shapes And Sizes

Disaster comes in many shapes and sizes It varies each
and every single time. It can set us all shaking in earthquake. It can
set me shaking without any wine. It can see me out homeless in the street
It can wake me in a cold police cell. It can find me losing all of my
money Or waiting to hear a fire engine bell. It can make me want to
write poetry It can make me want to curl up and die. It can send me off
diving into oblivion It can make me break right down and cry.
Disasters not nice but its part of life It walks with us all
always, hand in hand. Yet disaster it is like the falling rain You must
push through it out to drier land.

Fan The Flickering Flames Of Fancy

Have you ever wondered how the world
would be. If we threw off the shackles of this messed up society?
Have you ever wondered how the world would be. If commonsense took
over and set us all free?

When the common placed has been misplaced
the fun will really begin. When love and hate have intertwined to
birth the perfect sin. When the mask of leadership finally slips to
reveal the idiot grin. We can kick down the doors of depravity to let
the true answers in.

Have you ever wondered how life would
be. If we were left alone to seek out our own destinies? Have you
ever wondered how life would be. If human nature intervened to
destroy this common apathy?

The time to decipher the day is when
the night has fallen. When stars have pricked open the skies and
through them the moon has crawlen. When the denizens of the daylight
are in bed asleep and quiet. Well fan the flickering flames of
fancy and let our imaginations run riot.

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